I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Could it be...the Imperius Curse?

The coolness of getting the truth turned into ice coldness.

Old Barty's hand moved little by little to the pocket containing the wand.

That's the second king, Johnny Silverhand.

Do you really have a chance of winning?

When the wand was touched, the heart of a battle-hardened man like Old Barty could not stop beating.

Take action or wait?

The dilemma made Old Batty tangled.

His temples were wet with sweat, and his palms were also a little moist.

"No one would have thought that it was you." He said with difficulty, Old Barty stared at that face.

John put down his mask, and every move he made seemed to be on Old Barty's nerves.

Glancing at Old Batty's tense body, John slowly stood up.

Old Batty was so focused at this moment that his eyes were bloodshot.

But just when Old Barty thought John would take action, John said in a calm voice, "This is my sincerity, Old Barty, I'm going to die."

For a moment, Old Batty felt as if he had heard wrongly.

He looked up in disbelief and looked at that young and bloodless face.

"What did you say?"

"I'm going to die, Old Barty." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It shouldn't be difficult to tell."

After that, he unbuttoned his collar, and half of his neck was covered with black blood vessels.

I can't tell whether I'm happy or disappointed.

When he learned the news, Old Barty was worried about the outcome.

There was indigestible shock on the stern face.

"Are you going to die?" Old Batty rubbed his eyes hard until his eye sockets were as red as a panda.

"Yeah," John grinned, "that's why I take off my mask."

Old Batty thought about it and felt that this was the only way.

He thought about so many consequences, but he never thought about this.

Released the wand, Old Barty said with a sigh: "You, you are still so young."

"Young people make people fearful, right?" John leaned back in his chair and seemed not to be afraid of death.

"So what do you want to do for the Ministry of Magic in the end?" Old Barty was a little moved. He didn't expect that the other party had such a big heart and asked: "How long will it take? If you are willing, I can erect a statue for you in the Ministry of Magic." ."

"I think you misunderstood." John buttoned up the buttons again and watched Old Barty being moved by himself. He shook his head and said, "I didn't have a sudden kindness."

"Then what do you want?" Facing a dying person, Old Batty showed enough patience.

John said solemnly: "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"To Tom Riddle...Voldemort."

Old Batty clenched his fists, and his nails were embedded in his palms, but he didn't even notice.

He stared at John, who was very calm.

"So I want you to lend me the Ministry of Magic for a period of time in exchange for free renovations."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Old Barty frowned, "You want to take revenge on the Dark Lord, and you want to borrow the Ministry of Magic?"

He even had a feeling that maybe the other party was extremely ill and couldn't tell the difference.

Borrow the Ministry of Magic?

Can that be borrowed?

In other words, there has been no such precedent since the birth of the entire history of magic.

"Voldemort wants something from the Ministry of Magic, and he will get there."

John turned and continued, with a believable light in his eyes, "This is a deal and an opportunity for you, Minister Crouch."

He didn't call Old Barty, but said the official title.

Old Batty's expression was tangled, and his eyes were flashing with thought.

Old Batty asked: "If you want to convince me, you need to give enough chips."

His current achievements are enough to make him a beloved minister. If the Ministry of Magic falls, everything will be destroyed.

He looked at that young face and couldn't help but imagine that if this man could live to be twenty years old, the entire magical world would be impressed by him.

Unfortunately, old Barty was also the one who got the 'O' in Potions at Hogwarts. He could see that John would never survive that time.

He even laughed at himself, even facing a dead man, he was still thinking about his interests.

Maybe I am a ruthless person.

It's like treating little Barty, he is not worthy of being a father at all.

After hearing this, John said confidently, "You know that the Star Disciples are my people, and the security team is equipped with the 'Zhi' series."

"These are very powerful, but that is the Dark Lord." Old Barty stared at John and said, "This is not enough."

John chuckled: "What if we add the Savior and Dumbledore?"

Old Barty was lost in thought, a man who had defeated Voldemort and the person Voldemort feared the most.

John continued, "The Order of the Phoenix, that is an organization as good as the Death Eaters, you know it."

Old Batty's expression changed, and finally he let out a heavy breath.

"I choose to believe you, Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick."

John stood up and shook hands with Old Barty.

"You won't regret it, Secretary Crouch."

…

Chapter 352 Examination and Beginning

John went back on the day of the O.W.L. exam, and basically no one asked where he had been during this time.

In the eyes of the students, if John Wick stayed in one place and was less mysterious, then he wouldn't be John Wick.

The Ministry of Magic came to invigilate the exam, and the old woman who had supervised Dumbledore's exam, Gsilda Marchbain, was also among them.

The exam will last for two weeks, with theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon.

Some special subjects, such as astronomy, will be conducted at night.

The tense atmosphere spread in Hogwarts Castle, and some students were still cramming and memorizing books.

"You look bad, John," Daphne put the milk in front of John.

John picked it up, took a sip, and chuckled: "You know, Daphne."

In a voice only two people could hear, he said, "Mark my words, Daphne."

The worry in Daphne's eyes did not dissipate, Malfoy was talking to himself there, covering his ears with his hands to block the influence of the outside world.

He needed to memorize as much of the long history of magic as possible before the theory class came.

The morning theoretical test was held in the auditorium.

The long table originally placed in the auditorium disappeared and was replaced by individual tables and chairs.

The proctor sat at the faculty desk, where he could clearly see if anyone was cheating.

Both the fifth grade and the seventh grade have to take the exam, and the fifth grade goes in first.

John sat there, with Goyle in front of him and Malfoy on the far right.

"Gower, just play normally." He said to the uneasy Gower.

Only then did Goyle realize that John was behind him.

"But, my brain is not working very well," Goyle said restlessly. "They all say I look like a dwarf troll."

John patted his back and comforted him, "Don't care about other people's opinions. What you have to believe is the knowledge you have learned in your mind. If you encounter a question you don't know, skip it first. Maybe you will know it after a while." ”

Gao Er gradually calmed down after hearing this.

The exam began as Professor McGonagall turned over the hourglass on the table.

John glanced at the exam paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

The first question is about the levitating spell and the action of waving a wand.

From getting the test paper to starting writing, John almost never paused.

Like a printing press, the answers are written in neat fonts.

Gall in front of him seemed to be in trouble, but then he was pleasantly surprised.

It seems that he listened to John's words and skipped the questions he didn't know first.

The exam lasted two hours, and John only spent half an hour writing it.

He put down the pen and looked blank.

A familiar panel appeared in front of me.

He moved his gaze to the magic line.

Originally, according to the training process, it would take at least more than a year for him to reach level 6 magic power.

The Oak Mage doubles the speed at which he absorbs magic power. It is estimated that it will take some time before reaching level 6.

Professor McGonagall was patrolling the examination room, and among the crowd of people who were busy writing and scratching their heads, John's leisurely and contented attitude stood out.

She couldn't hold back and walked towards John.

Walking to John and stopping next to him, Professor McGonagall moved her eyes to the parchment and couldn't help showing surprise.

Turning to look at John, her gaze also changed. From the corner of her eye, she saw Hermione still writing, and shook her head unbearably.

It was known throughout Hogwarts that Know-It-All Hermione Granger's greatest wish was to surpass John.

But at this moment, Professor McGonagall felt a little desperate for her favorite student.

Facing such a monster, just looking up requires a lot of courage.

Hermione, who was still writing the test paper, suddenly felt a little itchy in her nose. She resisted the urge to rub her nose, feeling as if someone was talking about her.

Looking at the densely packed answers on her test paper, Hermione regained confidence.

Two hours passed quickly.

Malfoy seemed to be floating when he walked out of the Great Hall, still mumbling about when he learned the hiccup curse.

Daphne rubbed her sore wrist and said, "I seem to have missed a letter about the Happy Charm."

After lunch, there is a practical exam in the afternoon.

They were called away in alphabetical order and entered the small room next to the auditorium.

John was almost the last to be called over.

He saw Malfoy coming out confidently. For Malfoy, practice was much simpler than those lengthy recited theories.

When he entered the house, Gsilda Marchbain happened to be free.

So he walked over to the old woman's desk.

Marchban looked at the student who was amazed by her and said with emotion: "The last time we met was at the Ministry of Magic. Hello, John Wick."

"Professor Marchban." John responded with a smile.

There were several kinds of cups, flowers and mice on the old woman's table. She said in an old voice: "Take this egg cup and let it do a few sideways turns for me to see."